I Don't Get Paid Enough For This (William Afton x reader)

Smoke Break

Minimum wage is a form of torture, at least to you.

A month had passed since your little 'interaction' with Afton and summer was drawing to a close. Although physically you kept your distance from him, you could feel him behind every shitty chore you had to do. You had gone from simply cleaning around the guest areas, to cleaning toilets and handing out free tickets to kids, which would usually end up with you being mauled by a bunch of rowdy and overly competitive children who did not view you as any form of professional and authoritative figure.
You knew it was him giving you all the tasks that nobody else wanted to do, it was the only explanation.

You'd seen him around at times, he usually kept to himself in the office or wandered around the back rooms where guests weren't allowed. You knew he worked on the animatronics in the backrooms. He must be pretty shit at it considering how terrible they look.

However, anything you saw him around you would turn and head in the opposite direction as you were completely unwilling to give him satisfaction of speaking down to you. Every time you saw him you wanted to punch him square in the jaw but considering your weak upper cut and dependence on keeping your job, you instead were restricted to only daydreaming about it. You still felt his eyes everywhere you went but you put this thought down to just being a part of your paranoia.

Today was a day like any other, you clocked in and prepared to be given your list of degrading jobs for the day. Before starting any of these chores, you liked to wander around the pizzeria as to avoid doing these tasks for as long as possible. During the last month you'd noticed that the amount of guests entering the pizzeria was significantly decreasing and the pizzeria was often left a ghost town well before guest closing time. Today was no different, it was strangely quiet with only a few kids roaming around the arcade area.

It was kind of eerie considering how busy it had been in the height of summer. Fall was nearing and now the pizzeria was practically deserted. Even though it made your job easily, it also made it must more boring. Where was everyone?

You walked into the main party room, which most guests ate in when just generally visiting. The tables were empty, the purple table covering and balloons untouched by any excited child. You walked along the tables, as slowly as possible to delay your tasks. It was clean today, the room deserted and empty. You walked mindlessly until you reached the main stage where above you stood the three animatronics.

They stared down at you with their lifeless eyes. They looked like they had seen better days as their dull fur was sticky with pizza grease and questionable brown stains that you weren't in a rush to identify. You had finally learned their names since you'd been here: Freddy, Bonnie and Chica. You frowned at the last name, I mean which lazy creator decided to name the only girl in the band... girl? There was another one you had discovered only recently, Foxy. You looked towards another smaller stage covered by a purple curtain with a sign posted outside: 'Sorry! Out of order.'
Nobody had been willing enough to fix it apparently since you'd been here. Not even William.

A sound of gear whirring suddenly caught your attention as you spun back around to look at the main three animatronics on the stage. They were stood still in their usual robotic and lifeless poses. Was it your imagination again? You stared at them yet they seemed the same. You were about to shrug the sound off and run along to do you tasks of the day when you noticed something. You looked closely at the animatronics as you realised that the sound of gears wasn't in your imagination. Narrowing your eyes, you took one last close look as you noticed something that you'd missed.

The eyes.

The eyes that had once focused on you and the rest of the room were now fixed on another spot. The lifeless look now had a sense of purpose as though they were capable of feeling a sense of drive and determination. You followed their gaze to the office door.